Luckily, I only shared 2 of my senior subjects with Shellshear. German, which we spent together mostly in the library with Wilber and also Economics. Now the Economics master was a rather generously proportioned fellow who overflowed the small issue wooden school chair but was still determined to hold that seated position for much of the lesson. He was much more focused on his lecture than on the behaviour of the students, which explains why Shellshear and I managed to remain to the end in all of his classes. Now economics was a subject in which I was most interested, particularly the role of the entrepreneur the society. I was so fascinated by this role that I eventually became one but then again, with no help from Shellshear. See one of Shellshears many off-beat talents was his ability to draw amazing caricatures. He would sit at the front of the Economics class and his pen would work faster on the note paper than any of the straight A students gathered around him. I usually sat behind him, more out of interest in the subject than because of my close mateship with him. But then it happened – the teacher would finally haul himself up from his small wooden throne to write something very important on the blackboard. As he would turn to write, Shellshear would hold up over his head his detailed notes of the lecture to that moment. There it was, his work displayed in full black texta the gross caricature of the Economics lecturer looking more like a plump rotund bulldog waiting for his bone, than a master with those fine university degrees. For me the rest of the lecture was lost as I looked at the master and then looked back at Shellshear’s head and shoulders shaking uncontrollably in front of me.
